This is a song about "Emma stone"

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Shit ain’t better alone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

I swear i'm coming back one day

The best of the best, emma rae.

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,